he worshiped at the altar of her beauty
mesmerized like a deprived man
solemnly compliant in the observance of her.
as he prayed on his hands and knees
he wanted nothing more than a glimpse
nothing more than a whisper from her soft lips
nothing less than her body and soul.
she owned his heart
yet, had no clue
“Darling you are my God and I your servant
you are my sun and I your earth.”
It amazed him
It amazed him how she bloomed in the cover of the world’s darkness
unaffected and unscathed by the worlds filthy hands of treachery.
he wanted to be more to her than what the sun was to a growing flower
more than the air to drowning lungs
more than the stars to the moon
and the moon to the universe.
he wanted to be her light in utter darkness
like she was to him.
he watched from afar as a man devoted
accepting self-deprivation and anguish all for just the ability to pray in her temple because
“anything less than full devotion was merely sacrilege”.
quite a pious man
devoted to his Goddess
even after his blood ran dry and soul vanished.
he lived his life feening for the blessings of her touch and silk-like words unaware of what was really happening
all this time he was blinded by his own needs and lack of selfe steem
that he missed his one chance at heaven.
he gave his life to his religion
he gave his soul to his goddess
he was so blinded by his faith that he didn’t see
that she was the one praying for him.
Gabriela A Tejada
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